Edited to add: If you cannot see any of the pictures in this post, try refreshing. I’m having an FTP ISSUE today for some reason.
In case you missed it over the weekend, there was a post on Saturday with pictures of the Sopranos that show how much they’ve changed in the time we’ve had them, and some videos. And then there was a post on Sunday with a review of the new Tidy Cats Lightweight litter!
Also, if you’re not following the Colehaus Cats via their blog or on Facebook, you don’t know that they have four of the most adorable little newborn kittens over there. You are missing OUT!
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“OMYGOD!” says wee Tony. “I can’t see! I CAN’T SEE! Someone stole my EYES!”
“What am I going to do?! I’ll never see another sunrise! I’ll never gaze lovingly upon the clay litter in the litter box right before I eat it! What will I DO now that I can’t stare creepily at my Mama until she wakes up and cleans my ears???”
“I can’t see ANYthing! Carmela, is that YOU? Call Dr. Melfi. She’s a doctor, she can bring back my vision!”
“She’s not a DOCTOR doctor, Tony. She’s like a psychiatrist or a psychologist or something. She can’t do anything about your vision.”
“What am I gonna DO? I’m going to need a seeing eye hamster to lead me around! What if I forget and eat it? How will I ever find the litter box?! I’m a smart guy, but I’m no Homer!”
“I can see! I CAN SEE! Carmela, you healed me! How did you do that? I can see you!”
“You healed me, and you are now officially my favoritest sister EVER!”
“Hello, beautiful room full of toys!”
“Hello, beautiful ceiling fan, going around and around!”
“Hello, weird lady with the camera! And hello wonderful paw and ::snik:: sharp little claws! As god is my witness, I’ll never take my vision for granted again!”
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PS: Fred referred to Tony as “Tony Runty Horror” over the weekend, which made me laugh and laugh.
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Jake, staring loonily up the stairs at Fred.
Silly fact about Jake: if he hears the driveway alarm go off, he runs out of the room, growling. He also growls and runs away if he sees someone coming to the door – even if it’s me or Fred! Silly Loony Jake.
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Previously
2012: No entry.
2011: “QUIT IT!” I yelled and waved my arm again, again to no avail.
2010: The many faces of Georgie, Livestock Guardian Dog extraordinaire
2009: “Hey, look! A box! And toys!”
2008: Now that all her babies have been adopted, Kara will be going to the pet store on Thursday, hopefully to be adopted quickly.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Warm little pile o’ kitties.